Memories of a sex vacation: please read this report only if interested

One of my better habits is to jot down notes after a session...helps me re-live the memory and hone my pooning skills.

I wrote about my recent overseas frolics for my own pleasure. But I`m thinking: why not share? Many PERB brothers are really kindred spirits.

Regarding sex vacation reports I received special inspiration from Chica Chaser’s pioneering posts: https://perb.cc/vbulletin/showthrea...trip-sex141.com-girls-KTVs&highlight=Hongkong

I hope fellow pooners find my report similarly relevant to making travel plans—and feel encouraged to share vacation stories. Possibly PERB can consider adding a special travel section (like e.g. San Francisco’s myredbook has).

Projected contents of this thread
I. Introductory remarks, with an example of my approach to reviewing
II. Hongkong frolics 2011: a sampling of reviews
III. Lessons learnt & response to comments (if any)

I. Introductory remarks, with an example of my approach to reviewing

I experienced intense joy of life during this vacation—something that`s likely to require long-term cultivation of one`s erotic potential, much like an artistic talent. Those who aren`t highly sexual can`t be expected to understand.

Two quick points to address the concern that sex vacations—or at least boasting about them—is somehow “wrong.”

Are sex vacations ethical?

Sex tourism, as I hope to illustrate, isn`t necessarily the bogeyman it`s popularly made out to be. In fact, blanket condemnation of sex vacations involving consenting adults strikes me as yet another form of anti-sex bigotry.

If one thinks, more sensibly, that erotic play among consenting adults is basically healthy—and that there`s nothing wrong with compensating hard-working, risk-taking professionals for the enjoyment of their bodies—then giving adult sex workers overseas the business they need is surely commendable (provided one respects their safety and autonomy).

And, in contrast to consumer-oriented tourist activities, sex vacations don’t generally burden the environment in the same resource-wasting way.

But isn`t boasting about a sex vacation despicable?

Reporting sexual exploits—whether they`re local or overseas—rubs many people the wrong way. Envy may be part of the reason for this.

My goal here isn`t to boast but to describe a slice of reality. I`d argue that accurate reporting about the erotic services industry anywhere in the world is a legitimate form of research. I approach each encounter with curiosity about the other person. If possible, I like to learn about an SP’s background and find out, for example, what she feels about her work or what got her into this business.

Of course, it`s not all about research for me. My usual motives for pooning also apply in foreign places: the amazing joy of erotic play; psychological and physical health benefits; and liberation from fears and hangups.

About my change in plans

Originally I wanted to explore the town of ChangPing in China’s Peal River Delta—a pooners` mecca that reportedly has the world`s densest concentration of SPs (about 700 000).

But when I found myself cozily ensconced in a budget hotel near the center of Hongkong`s liveliest brothel scene, I decided not to sacrifice comfort, time and cash to go to CP this year. HK`s erotic offerings are staggering and rather in-your-face. I sampled so-called "walk-ups," saunas, massage parlors, Thai micros and Mongkok`s famous brothels.

Of course, as with any large city, it was a trial-and-error process to get the feel for HK’s erotic lay of the land—and to distinguish places that offer honest, well-priced FS from those that play devious titillation games.

Example of my approach to reviewing: Repeat with Tin @ "Luscious" Thai micro

I’ll invite those interested on an insider tour with me—probably few sex vacations have ever been described in such detail. Feel welcome to read selectively; skip whatever’s of no interest to you.

At the end of each review I state my expense and an "enjoyment rating." When rating my enjoyment I use the following scale (the same that's used for forest-fire risk): low, moderate, high & extreme.


Poon 28: Repeat with Tin @ "Luscious" Thai micro, 2.30 PM

A morning when things didn't go as expected...so I hope to boost my spirits by visiting "luscious" micro once more, possibly to repeat with Tin or Joy.

Joy is busy, but chubby Nan and melancholy-looking Tin are available. Tin would be considered desirable by most Western guys, with her lovely sad eyes, her slightly voluptuous body and a certain languid sensual radiance. She's probably too big for the average Asian, but ideal for me.

My usual cubicle is busy—Joy is making someone happy in there. Tin and I go next door. There're spots on the linen, which I'm told gets changed only once a day (every 10 to 30 trysts!) Good that I brought my own silk blanket.

I tell Tin I just showered in my hotel, so we don't waste time washing Junior. I give her fishnet pantyhose to wear, along with the standard HK$120 (1 Can$=7.6 HK$). Tin loves the pantyhose and even asks to keep it.

The fishnet looks terrific on her. But I've to inform her, we're going to wreck it during penetration. "They sell lingerie in the market outside," I say. "Why don't we go down together, I buy what you like." Tin says she can't leave.

We start out in a side-by-side position. She doesn't put much energy into waking up Junior and seems surprised about my caresses all over her body. Then I gently tear the pantyhose at the strategic spot and ask her for a condom.

She's about to strangle my semi-turgid malehood with a reddish micro-condom when I ask her to wrap my LifeSaver instead. We didn't use the vibrator during our first time together, but now that she knows me as "a good guy" she's easily talked into trying it out.

Sheer magic happens. Her legs parted and eyes closed, she starts moaning softly as she presses the vibrator against her kitty's sweet spot.

But when I ask if she's willing to do a covered BJ, she turns me down flat. "No, sorry," she says. Guess I should have given her an advance tip. Okay, I won't let this bother me—I don't get too much out of CBJs anyway.

So I run my fingertips over her dark-nippled breasts and inner thighs, letting her vibrator-induced arousal build, just drinking in the beautiful sight. Then I remember I've only 20 minutes, and our foreplay has already used up the bulk of my time.

"Twenty minutes with you isn't enough," I say to Tin. "What if I give you another 120, can I stay 40 minutes?"

"Yes," she says. I quickly dig up the cash, and she says, "Good."

When I slide Junior into her in mish, she initially puts the vibrator aside, but I hand it back to her. I manage to pummel her quite nicely while she applies the vibrator—I can even feel slight, pleasant vibrations myself.

Of a sudden there's a nasty knock on the door. It's the boss-lady's way of signaling time is up. Tin shouts a few English words that sound like, "One-one, he pay, okay."

But the boss-lady, who only knows Cantonese, fails to get Tin's meaning. So Tin shouts something in Thai to another girl, who then apparently pacifies the boss-lady.

I don't let this interruption spoil my mood. We continue with more mish, then doggie. She uses the vibrator from below while I kneel to enter her from behind. Her butt cheeks squished against my skin, I can't help fantasizing about drilling that pooper—but the time isn't ripe to act on such a fantasy.

At maximum arousal I say, "Go on top, will you?"

Tin wants to do the lazy version of CG. But I don't give her a chance to sit down, placing her in ACG right away. She's more motivated to please me than last time, showing way more stamina.

With my hands on her hips I indicate my desired height of movement. She's wondrous to behold, with her flowing hair, her jiggling breasts, her sensuous face (and a little loose tummy skin I don't mind), impaling herself animatedly on my pleasure rod.

I feel my arousal falling just short of orgasm. So I speed up her movement with my hands under her bum. Talking dirty I unleash a forceful, lustful gusher deep inside the cave of her femininity.
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Sitting down on top of me but staying impaled a few moments longer, Tin expresses astonishment at how well things worked—perhaps she doesn't get too many guys coming in ACG?

"That's because you're perfect for me," I say. Her next words take me aback.

"So come live with me then," she says somewhat grumpily, with a serious face. I almost don't trust my ears; she must really be yearning to be "rescued" from her current life.

After the clean-up she joins me for a cuddle. She lies part-way across my chest. Cradling her head I say, "Ah, you're so beautiful!"

"Many Thai girl beautiful," she replies. "Men not like me."

"What? That's crazy," I say. "Of course men like you!"

"No," she says, "they come, fuck me, go away." She looks beaten down, depressed.

"I know your job isn't easy," I say. "So many strangers... And 20 minutes, that's far too rushed. There's no time for foreplay."

I ask if she has kids. A son in Chiang Mai; "no husband," she stresses. Then she abruptly gets up and says she wants to shower.

For several min I'm left alone. I do something I've never done before: I steal. By the bedside the girls keep a pump bottle of KY. I'm almost out of lube--so I squirt some KY into my little Astroglide bottle.

When Tin comes back, I let her give Junior a quick wash over the plastic basin.

"Is your pussy sore?" I ask, feeling there might be a problem, given the intensity of our workout. She doesn't understand. So I touch her honeypot once more and say, "I hurt you? Pain?"

"No, no," she says but, smilingly, corrects herself. "Just little pain." She takes an interest in how long I'm staying in HK.

"A few more days," I say. I get another $100 out of my pants and hand it to her as a tip. She initiates a fleeting goodbye kiss—the first kissing we've done. She normally doesn't kiss.

The trust built by my first visit helped create rapport with Tin this time. There was chemistry between us, spontaneous tenderness.

Tin doesn't know this—but, in terms of looks alone, she's a highpoint in my erotic journey. In a serenely elated mood I decide not to seek out a second SP today, but spend the afternoon and evening sightseeing.

Expense for 40 min: HK$240 + $100 tip + $20 stockings = approx. Can$48 Enjoyment rating: extreme

storm rider said:

An excellent thread Tant...yes I am envious but I am not a douchebag...enjoy your trip and add to this....valuable information to say the least....have fun dude and play safe and see if you can get one gal to say "me love you long time"

SR

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Hey gonzo, storm rider & nickcan,

Appreciate your interest and compliments (whether or not they're a little underhanded).

You guys certainly help motivate me to sift through the morass of my notes, though it's got to be mainly a labor of love.

II. Hongkong frolics 2011: a sampling of reviews

BEGINNINGS...

Finding willing females, for a sex-loving man, can be one of the most difficult things in the world, or one of the easiest...depending on whether he looks where the pastures are green.

Once a year, I like to spend a few weeks in a place with an affordable abundance of exotic beauty. But I find, these kinds of trips work best when I think of them not just as giving free reign to my libido, but as an opportunity to break out of my comfort zone, to stretch my horizons, to educate myself about other cultures—with a certain amount of erotic frolic thrown in as a fringe benefit.

I certainly make no apologies for wanting to keep my sexuality robust, in the incipient twilight of my life—“use it or lose it.” It’s also a good feeling to help poverty-stricken Third World women out with cash, in exchange for something they usually seem quite happy to provide.

Poon 1: Tina @ a Mongkok brothel, 3 PM

Just kicked off this year’s vacation pooning with a visit to a brothel at 311 Portland St. A friendly young guy, possibly a Triad gangster, staffs the upstairs reception.

His first words are, "Beautiful girls, 390 dollars.” I'm led to the familiar small brothel room with a vinyl bed, a shower and a TV showing porn.

Asking to see a choice of girls is usually advisable, I find—not only because you often end up with a better match, but also because the chosen girl feels flattered by being picked, which helps motivate her to treat you well.

So on my confident insistence, the guy shows me 2 girls in their 20s: Amy and Tina. Either could get my juices flowing.

Amy has somewhat coarser features exuding blatantly vamped-up sexiness. Tina is more petite, with schoolgirl glasses and and not a lot of calculated sex appeal, though she has silky long hair framing her delicate face. She stays in the background, as if she's not expecting to be picked.

I ask Tina where she’s from. “Sichuan,” she says shyly. Intuition tells me she's probably more congenial. To my surprise, I'm not asked to pay cash up front.

Tina knows no English but my limited Mandarin is enough to generate hearty rapport. She's alert and curious, and even asks me English words.

There's adroit BBBJ work in the shower; unsolicited but welcome rimming on the bed; and unrushed, tight-kitty FS which includes agile riding in ACG. No objection to starfish-rubbing in doggie, though no vaginal or anal digits.

As a special treat during mish, we fight a duel with the tips of our tongues. She can stick her tongue out impressively; a talent, no doubt, that developed with lots of rimming practice.

I'm repeatedly close to popping but, in the end, coast toward a satisfying blow-out in mish.
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Nice cuddling after. "Ni shi hao ren," Tina says (You're a good guy). She talks about wanting to visit America and Europe—and, more ominously, about owing a serious chunk of cash to someone left unspecified.

When I ask if she'd come to my hotel overnight, she says, "Wo pa" (I’m scared). Fair enough. Overall, an auspicious start to this year's pooning ventures in HK.

Expense for 45 min: HK$390 = Can$52 Enjoyment rating: high

Poon 2: Kat @ at a Thai micro just S of Temple & Kansu St, 5 PM

Decide to check out one of those amazingly low-cost Thai micros, managed by a dragon lady sitting on a stool behind the market stalls.

I catch her eye and nod; she nods back, and up we go 1 flight of stairs. At the top of the stairs we pass an elderly East-Indian gentleman who stares judgmentally at us.

"Don't worry about him," the dragon lady says. Inside she presents a dainty, sweet-faced, somewhat tired-looking Thai girl named Kat to me. When I pay the requested HK$120, the dragon lady immediately pockets $100 and gives Kat only the $20 bill!

In a small but comfy, shower-equipped room—where Kat lives and works—I give her a $20 tip right away. She speaks passable English; nice for a change not to have to strain my brain with Mandarin.

I'm attracted to Kat's big eyes and delicate smooth-skinned brown body. In the shower she washes me, and then herself, carefully. On the bed she starts by wanking Junior. He's slow to spring to life; after all, it's not my first romp of the day.

I ask Kat to masturbate while I prime myself. She seems strangely shy about spreading her legs; and I quickly realize why. One of her pussy lips appears swollen, possibly from overuse?

But she's clearly eager to forge ahead and denies feeling pain. We launch into pleasant mish variations. Her CG is dexterous and intense, as if she wants to get off too.

I turn her over for doggie. And within a minute or two, the lovely sight of her pooper, along with thrusting into her warm tight clam, makes me shoot a little earlier than planned.
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Kat cleans me with disintegrating toilet paper, and we chat. After a month in HK she's going back to flooded Bangkok next week. She works there at "a 7-Eleven type store for very little money." Her family and friends don't know about this extra job.

I ask how much she gets paid for each customer. "20 dollars," she confirms (Can$2.64 a pop). "But that's very little too," I say.

"When I exchange it, it adds up," she replies. "I spend nothing in Hongkong." The dragon lady takes care of meals, but Kat says she doesn't like Cantonese food.

I ask if she's busy. Today she had 2 customers in the morning, she says; no-one during the last few hours prior to my arrival.

I ask if she has any hobbies. She says, endearingly, "I love to talk."

She says she understands men's need for sex and thanks me nicely for another HK$20 tip. Lovely creature; one wonders what future awaits her.

Hongkong definitely shapes up to be the cure for my life's most chronic problem—not enough sex, of the kind that combines variety with affordability.

Expense for about 25 min FS: HK $120 + $40 tip = Can$21 Enjoyment rating: moderate to high

Poon 3: MingZhu @ K-pressure Sauna, around noon

I decide to revisit a sure bet: much-reviewed K-pressure on Jordan & Woosung. This place advertises itself, on big yellow signs, as "Man's paradise."

A frumpish but jolly auntie ushers me into a karaoke-type room. I request to see at least 2 girls.

Auntie brings in MingZhu, a stereotypically pretty Chinese doll. MingZhu immediately snuggles up to me and begins rubbing my private parts through the pants—so it would seem callous to insist on seeing a second girl. I pay auntie HK$390, then upstairs another $110 for the hourly hotel.

MingZhu speaks no English but, thanks to my spotty Mandarin, we hit it off. She's from ChangChun in NE China's Jilin province and has been in HK for a year. She writes the Chinese characters of her hometown into the steam of the shower mirror.

There's a prominent tattoo on her abdomen. When, on that special open-bottomed stool in the shower, she rubs my soapy ass crack and teasingly fondles Junior, I ask if, by chance, she ever worked in ChangPing before coming to HK. She immediately confirms it: "Dui le."

I already know the routine from last year and help her place the air mattress. She puts a clean towel on the mattress and soaks all of it, except for the face area, in warm water for my comfort. I lie face-down. Next on the menu is a nude body slide over my back and butt, including her nipples rubbed right against my butthole. Wow!

I'm asked to turn around and receive a few minutes of non-penetrative humping as she slides her soapy vulva back and forth over my semi-tumescent cock—the soap providing not only lubrication but, hopefully, a measure of protection from potential STIs.

When the soapy hump finally ends, she rinses junior off and performs a stellar BBBJ. Then onto the bed, with a towel thrown over the vinyl surface. I offer to spray us both with "xiangshui" (pheromone-laced perfume), but she says no, it gives her a headache.

On impulse I get her to lower her lovely smooth twat over my face so I can flick my tongue across her clitty and munch on her labia. Simultaneously I flog my log to maximum hardness.

"Ni chulai le!" she comments when she sees a bit of white froth seeping from the tip of my cock. I assure her it's mostly lube (don't know the word for pre-cum in Mandarin). She wipes Junior dry with care, then lavishes another well-calibrated BBBJ on him.

I could have come right then, but I hold out. While getting her to frig herself I roll on the rubber and plunge into that honeypot. Tight, but she encouragingly says, "Hao shufu" (Feels comfy). She didn't do any rimming earlier, and now I notice she doesn't like kissing. No big deal.

We go from mish to CG and ACG, then she rotates herself on my pole into RCG. She knows how to keep me fired up by grinding herself rhythmically against my pubic bone with long strokes.

We continue with doggie and lazy doggie, and I give her starfish a gentle rub. I don't ask about Greek—from her comments on my size I think she'd be afraid.

Back to mish, which is leisurely and playful. With the delicious visual of my rod sliding in and out of her clam I finally surrender to the temptation to explode. True to her ChangPing training, MingZhu beautifully simulates the twitchings of a simultaneous orgasm to wring the last drop out of me.
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She doesn't rush me to pull out. When I do, she tells me to "xiuxi yidian" (rest up a bit) while she showers first. Then she invites me to shower too—so no cuddling. Just as well, because as she finishes washing me, a phone call signals the end of my hour in "man's paradise."

We find a bit more time to chat while I dress. She says most if her patrons are Japanese. She's not happy in HK because living here is so expensive.

She offers me a bottle of water before I leave. I'm considering a tip but then remind myself that, for HK, the price I paid is on the steep side already.

On the way out, both the lady at the upstairs hotel reception and the auntie downstairs say, "Thank you, come back."

Expense for 1 hour: HK$500 = Can$66 Enjoyment rating: high to extreme

Poon 4: Jenny @ a Thai micro near Temple & Ning Po St, 3 PM

When I stroll over to Temple St in the afternoon, the market stalls are still being set up. Walking N along Temple just past Ning Po, I catch the eye of a chubby old dragon lady. She leads me upstairs to the first door on the right.

Inside there's an older man and the same spiky-haired dragon lady who arranged things so well for me last year. She says she remembers me and calls a Thai girl named Jenny to step out from the back.

Jenny is tall and robust, wears glasses, and looks a little bashful; very much a type I find attractive. We go to one of the ramshackle cubicles with thin improvised walls that reach only part way up to the ceiling.

Jenny brings in a plastic washbowl with lukewarm water, and I crouch down to have my schlong washed. Her English is rudimentary, though she asks how many languages I speak. She says she was just cleaning up when I arrived.

There's an air conditioner in the cubicle, but it's still uncomfortably hot. I implement my new idea of giving the girl a HK$40 tip right off the bat—which visibly perks up Jenny's mood.

She asks, "Want me to suck?" but seems relieved when I reply, "Later, with a condom." I ask her to lie back, help her out of her panties, and feast my eyes on her feminine mysteries. She also has ample yet soft, natural-feeling boobs.

I let her roll on one of my condoms—hers, as she realizes, won’t fit. Bending down over Junior in front of me while I'm kneeling, she starts a spirited CBJ.

I'm hungry for the main dish. She prefers to use her own lube and, on her initiative, turns around for doggie before guiding me in. Love that starfish blinking at me between well-padded brown buttocks!

I pump her slowly and deeply in doggie, and she parries with nice counterstrokes. She's increasingly more relaxed once she observes I'm considerate and unlikely to do anything abrupt.

When we switch to a stretch of mish, she seems to enjoy herself. She even starts rubbing her clit, as if motivated to get herself off. It's beautiful to look at her distended pussy with my cock snugly lodged inside it.

I ask her to hop on top. These overworked girls often say no—but the advance tip proves motivational. She does a vibrant ACG while I play with those biggish, bouncy tits.

Then she executes an intense, grinding type of regular CG before suddenly stopping. "I'll die," she says with a grin.

We go back to her preferred position, doggie. The visuals and friction, along with her responsive movements, readily trigger my orgasm.
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I lie back while she cleans me with ubiquitous toilet paper. I thank her, and she sweetly thanks me back. She fetches fresh water and washes junior again.

I ask how many girls are working in this place. “Two," she says. When I ask how long she has been in HK, she only says, "Not very long."

She's rather subdued in a polite way, not cheerily talkative. But her service was beyond my expectations—so I give her another HK$50.

"So lucky," she says. By way of farewell I plant a kiss on her clenched lips before she leaves the cubicle.

Walking North behind the market stalls, I'm offered “massagee” by several Chinese street walkers. As I know from years past, as well as International Sex Guide reviews, these SWs invariably demand HK$500 from us "stupid foreigners" but will accept $400 after a bit of firm bargaining.

Still, their service tends to be rushed, and even in terms of looks most can't hold a candle to the kind of sweet Thai lady I just enjoyed.

Expense for a little over 20 min: HK$120 + $90 tip = about Can$28 Enjoyment rating: high

Poon 5: Tina, a “walk-up” @ Foremost Building, Jordan St near Nathan Rd, 7 PM

I’ve long planned to visit a so-called “walk-up”: HK’s version of the Indy, except that in most cases you can just walk right up to the lady's apartment door and ring the bell.

So I go to the "Foremost Building," which has lots of ads on HK’s fabulous SP websites—e.g. sex141, 161sex or miss148. Looks like the whole massive highrise is filled with SPs.

Sure enough, once I take the elevator as high as it goes—to the 14th floor—there’s the tell-tale pink neon with lots of erotic-website stickers on the doors. Some doors have signs that say "WAIT" and others that say "WELCOME” (and a few that say: “ON VACATION.”)

I randomly pick a door with a "WELCOME" sign. It's opened by Tina, an alluringly perky-looking lady I'd have pegged in her mid-20s (though she later tells me she's 30). Her apartment is quite spacious, tidy, nicely decorated and colorfully illuminated. It has a closed-circuit TV with the screen divided into 4 parts showing the hallway from various angles, allowing her to see guys approach.

Tina speaks no English, so I activate my Mandarin. I learn she's from Harbin, the capital of a province called Heilongjiang in China's frigid NE corner between N Korea and Siberia. She lives in her workspace and has been in HK for about 5 yrs.

She asks for $385 up front, and I give her $390. I assume this includes FS, but after making me take a solo shower (a bad sign) she starts a clothed massage on a table set up beside her bed. I enjoy her back massage and ask if she worked as a masseuse in China. No, she says, she worked in a "meirong yuan" (a beauty salon).

After about 15 min of massage I say "Gou le" (Enough) and I flip to face her. Without fuss she starts a HJ and lets me touch her legs and her panty-covered pussy. But when, a few min later, I ask her to take off her clothes, she refuses; she even resists my baring her boobs.

Now I explicitly ask, "Women ke bu key zuo ai?" (Aren't we going to have sex?) Turns out, we miscommunicated. She thought all I wanted was "da feiji" (a HJ). She informs me "zuo ai" is $200 extra.

Seems in conflict with her advertised rate, but I say okay. She tells me to pay after and quickly strips, to reveal disproportionately small tits, a rather hefty tummy and bushy pubes.

We hop on the bed but she doesn't take any initiative to get me hard. Okay then, I do it myself.

I always like to ask a lady to masturbate while I pump up my meatpole. But Tina refuses to touch her pussy and, initially, won't let me touch it either. Eventually she relents and permits me to rub her moist crack lightly on the outside.

After I whip Junior into shape, she rolls on one of my condoms. We do a few min of delicious mish and then switch to CG.

No ACG is forthcoming; just a highly atypical version of CG, with my legs pushed apart and hers clamped together in between, my cock barely clearing her thighs. She seems to enjoy the tip of my cock rubbing against her clit, but I need those pussy walls.

When I feel my erection wilting, I ask her to change to doggie. A great squeeze again with excellent visuals...and I get away with gently fingering the gateway to her pooper.

I partially ejaculate and change condoms. She immediately comments, "Chu le!" (You came!)

I say no—it's too difficult to explain my habit of partial ejaculations. With a fresh cover in place, I ask for "kou jiao" (a CBJ). Tina refuses outright.

We continue with doggie, her position of choice; then, by my request, pleasantly tight-feeling mish. But she complains about Junior's size and, increasingly, uses that magic fun-stopper, "Tong, tong" (It hurts).

So I blow my pent-up load a little earlier than optimal.
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She cleans me and only joins me for an awkward 30 sec cuddle before insisting on taking a shower—because, she says, her pussy "tong, tong." She good-humoredly chides me for being a "huairen," as opposed to a "haoren" (a rogue instead of a nice guy).

I relax on the bed until she tells me to take another (solo) shower. Now she wants her additional HK$200. In spite of gaps in her service I don't argue over what is, after all, petty change.

I ask if many foreigners visit her, and she says no. I ask if I can take a photo of her, but the answer is of course no.

I civilly say bye-bye to Tina and decide, in the interest of research, to explore the rest of the building. On the 15th floor (one floor up) are more walk-ups, and on the 16th floor there's a sauna full of elderly men.

I take the staircase down as far as the 11th floor, and every floor is fully occupied by walk-ups, hundreds of them.

That's Hongkong. But without being accountable to a boss, I wonder how many of these walk-up ladies give slipshod service similar to Tina's.

Expense for about 15 min of massage & 30 min HJ + FS: $590 = Can$78 Enjoyment rating: moderate

II. Hongkong frolics 2011: a sampling of reviews, POONS 6 - 10

PICKING UP MOMENTUM...

That age is catching up with a man never becomes more evident than when he's surrounded by erotic opportunity, but doesn't have any pooning mojo left after firing his one or two shots of the day. That certainly happened to me on this vacation.

How much I enjoy food is—for me at least—mostly a function of how hungry I am (and, provided the food isn't rotten, its fanciness plays a secondary role). And similarly, how much I enjoy sex is mostly a function of how libidinally charged I am (and provided the sex isn't rotten, its fanciness plays a secondary role).

During this vacation, plentiful access to sex at near-trivial cost taught me just what an important resource I possess in my renewable yet frustratingly finite ability to get aroused.

For example, a lady's looks make a relatively minor difference to my pooning experience once she's above a certain level; I easily max out in this respect. If I'm sexually "hungry," I can greatly enjoy even a less beautiful lady who treats me well. If I'm sexually "sated," even a stunning beauty can't really make me enjoy myself all that much.


Poon 6: Gei @ a Thai micro along Temple St about half a block S of Kansu, 12.30pm

Walking toward Temple Market from the ELEMENTS mall—where some watches sell for HK$2.5 million—I end up on a street with shabby clusters of apartment towers. Amazing how, in Hongkong (and many other cities in China), the ostentatiously grandiose usually abuts the grimily impoverished.

I stroll up Temple St. No market stalls are erected yet. But half a block S of Kansu (on the W side) I notice an old dragon lady sitting by a doorway. I catch her glance and nod—no words need to be exchanged.

The dragon lady leads me upstairs to show me 2 lovely Thai girls, probably in their mid-20s. I pick Gei, a wide-eyed slender reed of a girl, rather than the other one with baby fat. After I pay the standard HK$120 for 20 min, Gei takes me to a tiny room with a fan and colorful linen on the bed.

I give Gei a humbly appreciated HK$40 advance tip before getting the usual genital wash over a plastic bucket. Stripping naked she reveals a trim figure with A cups. She looks so innocent but has a big snake tattoo on her back. She also has a smaller tattoo on her hip.

Stretched out on the bed I ask Gei to get me hard with a HJ while my fingers explore her trimmed muff. She launches a good-faith effort but, to speed things up, I soon take over the job of raising Junior to its full glory. Then, throwing caution into the winds, I place the rascal over her mouth for a BBBJ.

She avidly sucks away, apparently willing to continue for as long as I want. The advance tip is working motivational magic!

I drip lube on her clit and ask her to rub herself while I wrap Junior. Then I squeeze slowly into one of the narrowest orifices I've yet encountered.

Junior fits Gei's kitty like a cork fits a bottle. She gasps a little upon entry. But when she notices I go slow and initially insert just half of my slightly tapered rod, she relaxes.

Soon her passion tunnel sucks Junior all the way in. I don't normally have to fight off premature ejaculation, but with Gei I'm rapidly on the verge of spurting.

I stop myself just in time and ask her to ride me. Oh boy...is this light, lanky Thai girl ever a talented jockey! She impales my rod with a viselike grip and effortlessly moves up and down in the squatting position.

Two or three times she switches briefly back to regular CG to grind her clit against my throbbing soldier, apparently savoring the sensations, but then easily lifts herself back up into ACG.

When my urge to pop becomes near-uncontrollable, we switch to doggie. I get to admire the swirls of her snake tattoo as well as her tantalizing poophole. She's fine with letting me rub it with a lubed finger while Junior is blissfully wedged between her labia.

When we collapse into lazy doggie, the stimulation from her velvety tightness becomes overwhelming, and I let those man juices gush forth.
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Without disengaging we roll into spooning. I caress Gei's cheek, kiss her on the lips and say, "Thank you." Then she cleans Junior with—yes, of course—toilet paper.

I ask her to join me for a cuddle. She kneels beside me and chews on my left nipple. I want to embrace her, but she whispers, "No time."

"Just one minute," I plead. She relents and lies down beside me. I learn she has been in HK for 1 month and will return to Bangkok in another month. I hear not the slightest complaint about her life situation—just fatalistic acceptance of limited options.

I give Gei another HK$20, which is all the change I have; I now regret, in retrospect, that I didn't give her $100.

On the way out I say "Very nice" to the dragon lady down by the doorway. This bargain-basement encounter was as gratifying as almost any I've had, at any price point.

Expense for a little over 20 min: HK$120 + $60 tip = less than Can$24 Enjoyment rating: extreme

Poon 7: MeiMei, a "walk-up" in the Sham Shui Po district, 4.30pm

After my nooner with Gei I go for a power snooze back to my hotel. Then I take the subway North to Sham Shui Po, a high-density neighborhood with lots of crowded street markets.

Following up on a sex141 ad for walk-ups on 305 Tai Nan Street, I randomly ring the buzzer of a door with a "WELCOME" sign. I find myself greeted by MeiMei, a petite but well-stacked MILF with a friendly smile. Here's her ad (I hope I'm not violating PERB rules here): http://sex141.com/en/sham-shui-po-massage-mei-mei-girl-2935.html

Now I love well-preserved Asian MILFs with great erotic skill. I'm hoping that MeiMei, from China's poorest province Guizhou, is such a MILF.

Her 1-room place is pitifully small and filled with cooking smells. There's a stew-like dish boiling on her hotplate. The TV is set to a news channel, but she readily meets my request to switch it off.

In the shower, giving me a foretaste of delights to come, she uses the slipperiness of the soap to good advantage, by rubbing up against me and stroking both my cock and ass crack in a teasing way. She expresses appreciation that my pubic hair is all shaven, just like her own.

After we clear up an initial misconception I had—her advertised HK$300 service includes "zuo ai" (sex) but not "anmo" (massage)—I say I don't need massage and hand her three $100 bills. I promise another $100 if I like her service.

She applies herself with enthusiasm to pleasing me, tongue-lashing me head to toe prior to BLS and an impressive BBBJ.

The way she flicks her strong tongue over the head of my soldier is certainly pleasurable, though he seems none too eager for the second round of the day. So I ask her to frig her plump-lipped oyster while I get myself ready with a practiced hand. She has no objections to digits.

I dig out my LifeSaver vibrator, using one of her smallish condoms to wrap it—and she goes wild. "Hao shufu," she murmurs and begs me to stuff my dick inside even before I'm fully rigid.

We begin with a fast-paced round of mish. She wants to keep using the vibrator, but it's in the way, and I literally have to wrest it out of her hand.

Earlier I was contemplating DATY but never got around to it. Just as well; I notice traces of brownish, slightly smelly blood on the condom as I pull out to change position.

Obviously, a lady in MeiMei's situation can't afford to take the week off during her period. Kitchen smells, menstrual blood...ah, nothing like adversity to bring out the best in me!

Rather than sticking to my habit of following up mish with ACG—which could prove messy in her case—we switch to doggie. Sure enough, MeiMei's butt crack is also stained brownish-red, putting my pooning appetite to the test.

I plunge my ramrod into her staccato-style, in an effort to sustain arousal. I've lots of fetishes but, regrettably, "period sex" isn't among them (though I'm not overly averse to it when libidinally all charged up—which, right now, I'm not).

I place MeiMei into lazy doggie for intense pounding. But the abundant liquid filling her cooch has infiltrated the base of the condom and threatens to make it slip off.

So I use a handy roll of toilet paper to dry off my lower shaft before reverting to mish. (Chinese ladies don't usually have lube on hand, but they sure have toilet paper.)

Just out of curiosity—and perhaps to appear unfazed by the smears of menstrual blood soiling both of us—I ask MeiMei if she does Greek: "Cao pigu ma?"

"There??" she shrieks, pointing to her pooper. "No!!"

"Mei guanxi," I say with a reassuring smile (No problem).

MeiMei seems embarrassed by the mess and the difficulties caused by it. But I remind myself that a woman's period is part of the way nature meant things to be. With the help of fantasy and dirty talking, I manage to salvage my arousal and jackhammer my way toward a pleasant-enough release.
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I get a toilet-paper cleaning, then MeiMei agrees to a brief cuddle. She's chatty and personable, telling me she supports a son studying in nearby ShenZen. I squeeze her massive enhanced juggs some more before she accompanies me to the shower to wash off the blood.

I ask her age (my guess was late-30s), but she confesses she's over 40. Her regular customers don't mind her age, she says, because they like her service. She urges me to come back and see her again.

I say, "Maybe" and give her the promised HK$100 tip.

We dry-kiss goodbye. She mentions a Thai massage parlor on the 2nd floor, in case I want massage.

Climbing the stairs earlier, I indeed noticed a place whose sign said, "THIA MASSAGE." It didn't register in my mind that this might be a misspelling of "Thai massage." As it happens, I'd love a good Thai massage right now.

And that's exactly what I get: a full hour of twisting, stretching, pounding, pressing, along with an extended walk on my back—all of it expertly delivered, for Can$14, by a Thai cutie who knows neither English nor Mandarin. But I don't feel like talking anyway but just lapse into a blissful stupor.

Expense for MeiMei: HK$300 + $100 tip = Can$53 Enjoyment rating: high before the red tide; weak to moderate after

Poon 8: Hong @ a Thai micro near the corner of Temple & Ning Po St, 4.30 PM

I saunter along Temple St on my way back from a visit to the HK Art Museum. The spiky-haired and wrinkled old dragon lady is sitting in her trademark mini-skirt by the usual entrance behind the market stalls.

I nod at her, and we go up the flight of stairs. I tell her I want to try out a new girl. But there's a wait for the girl she has in mind for me. In good faith I give her the standard HK$120, and we chat.

The dragon lady asks how long I'll be staying in HK this time. I learn that apart from Cantonse and a bit of English she also knows a little Thai.

Within 2 or 3 min, a super-chubby but jolly East-Indian fellow emerges from one of the two curtained-off cubicles.

"Hey brother, had a good time?" I ask. He puts his hand on the dragon lady's shoulder and says, "Always do, my friend here makes sure."

He claims he has known "the madam" (as he calls her) for 9 years. "We're friends," he boasts.

I say to the dragon lady, "I'd like to be friends with you too."

She just growls. I shake hands with the brother in whose footsteps I'm about to follow. He lights a cigarette and offers me one as well. As a fanatical non-smoker (though one with a smoking fetish) I decline with thanks.

The dragon lady pulls me toward the cubicle whose bed is no doubt still warm—and possibly wet—from my predecessor. To my disappointment, the lady tidying up inside is none other than Jenny, the girl I saw in this location 5 days ago. She's wearing contacts rather than glasses today.

I say, "Hi Jenny," but she signals no recognition. In fact, she appears grumpy rather than even minimally friendly. I just can't see myself enjoying a repeat with her today—so when she carries the plastic washbasin out of the cubicle to get fresh water, I simply leave.

The dragon lady has already walked downstairs to her usual seat by the doorway. I ask to have a word with her. "Don't you have a second girl?" I ask.

"Why, this one no good?" she responds, walking back upstairs with me.

"Jenny is good, she's very good," I say. "But I saw her just a few days ago. I'd like a new girl."

We're now inside the apartment, and Jenny hears what I just said. I anticipate unpleasantness—but Jenny seems stoically indifferent to my wish not to repeat with her.

The dragon lady brings out a girl named "Hong" from the back. I'm stunned: a tallish, slim, delicately-featured girl in her mid-20s, with big smoldering eyes and a faint but welcoming smile.

I don't think I've laid eyes on an enchantress like this all day; most Chinese girls just can't compare with a Thai beauty. To think I'm permitted to ravish this lovely creature for a mere Can$16! Earning a living must be really tough for young women in Thailand these days.

Even more amazingly, Hong is humble and communicative. I hand her a HK$40 tip early on and promise more for after. Feeling sweaty from running around all day I had earlier requested a shower—but because my 20-min time slot includes time taken for showering, I now change my mind. I simply go with the usual quick penile wash over a portable basin in the cubicle.

Hong apologizes when, in the process of cleaning Junior, she inadvertently handles him a bit roughly. "Don't worry," I cheerily respond. "He's strong."

Hong's English is fine, and we've easy rapport. On the bed she takes off her panties right away but, incongruently, keeps the bra on. When I want her to bare her breasts too, she shyly says, "They're small."

True, her titties are A-cups, which I actually prefer to implants. Surprisingly, Hong wants to start with a BBBJ. Though feeling sorely tempted, I've been feeling regrets about yesterday's safety lapses and keep my wits about me.

"We'll do this with a condom," I say. "Safer for me, safer for you. You like safe?"

"I do," Hong says. She tries to get me hard with her hand and gives me a pleasant tingle, but I fear this might take a while.

I motion Hong to lie down and spread her juicy parts for me. A smooth-shaven kitty, one small tattoo on her brown-skinned, perfectly chiseled body. I hold myself back from DATY and instead just give her slit a few rubs with lubed fingers while wanking myself hard.

Hong makes eye contact and moans while masturbating, which fires me up. I unleash quite a stream of dirty talking—not in English, but in another language she doesn't know because I don't want to scare her with my fantasies.

Then I lube up and glide into pussy heaven. Hong is nimbly responsive to my wishes. With her legs on my shoulders, I go deep and pump away until sweat drips from my forehead.

Doggie feels equally great. Her starfish has a slightly protruding ring of skin tissue. I'd love a chance to nail it but restrain myself. In lazy doggie I teether on the very edge of the orgasmic cliff before asking Hong to mount me.

She's beautifully dexterous on top, even bracing her feet underneath my thighs in a way that allows for a better connection while riding. I love the way her long silky hair cascades down over my face and almost envelops it.

Unfortunately, my hardness quotient today doesn't pack the necessary punch to sustain this position for very long. Switching back to mish I notice lots of spunk in the condom, so I replace it.

For the finale, we go back to doggie. I get her to spread her butt cheeks wide so I can feast my eyes while regaining full wood. Hong uses only one hand but reveals her twin orifices invitingly.

Before guiding me in she asks for more lube on the outside of the condom. "Because it's big," she says in an apologetic tone.

I pound joyously away in lazy doggie, her face buried in the pillow, her delicate body bending in response to my thrusts. Sensing my official 20 min are up, I let a gusher of ejaculate erupt deep inside her.
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She cleans me and sweetly offers me another wash. But I just rinse my hands and slide into my clothes. When I ask how long she'll be staying in HK she says, "1 month." She plans to return to Bangkok—which, she says with a grim expression, "has water everywhere right now."

What an intimidatingly lovely woman, seemingly locked into rather tragic circumstances. I give her the rest of the cash in my vest pocket, a mere HK$30. She's humbly thankful.

To date I've not yet repeated with an SP in this city of inexhaustible options—but this girl is worth another go for sure.

Expense for 20 min: HK$120+70 tip = Can$25 Enjoyment rating: extreme

manni said:

awesome Tant!
welcome back and thanks for the fine read.

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Hey manni,

Thanks for your kind encouragement...helps prevent me from running out of steam on this project! I've read your posts ever since I joined PERB, brother—you're definitely one of those kindred spirits on PERB I'm thinking about as I'm working up my notes.

I sincerely hope this vacation write-up can help give a fellow traveler like yourself the needed momentum to explore "the greener pastures" of this world and share insights as to how best to go about it. But even if not, I'm finding I learn a lot just by having PERB as a wonderful incentive to put down my thoughts and experiences.

Best of the season, my friend!

Poon 9: YingYing @ the famous DUNDAS 37 brothel in Mongkok, 3 PM

Walking North from the Jordan area to Yau Ma Tei, I reach Dundas & Portland where the famous Dundas 37 micro is located. It's one of the most popular stops for HK sex tourists and has tons of favorable reviews on ISG. I've my own fond memories from last year—so I expectantly go through the alleyway entrance and up one floor.

I'm welcomed by a middle-aged mama who speaks no English but compliments my Mandarin. She takes me to a waiting room with a TV showing...not porn, but images of the African famine! A turnoff which, however, makes me feel super-lucky.

I demand to see a selection of 3 girls (I later learn they've 20 working there). A few min later, mama dutifully comes back with 3 young lovelies in tow.

I pick YingYing, by far the tallest girl, well-stacked and robust-looking, who broadcasts spellbinding fertility signals. Mama collects HK$390 from me and tells me the room upstairs will set me back another $120.

YingYing returns, grabs my hand and leads me 2 floors up to an hourly hotel (the in-between floor, she tells me when I ask, offers karaoke with girls).

"I guess that's for guys in groups," I comment. "I can't go there by myself."

"Yes you can!" YingYing chirps gayly.

She has a chatty, chipper personality. She says she has worked at Dundas 37 for half a year and believably claims to be 24. Originally she's from Changsha, the capital of Hunan province, whose erotic treasures have spread out far and wide: many Chinese SPs in Vancouver come from there.

I pay HK$120 to another middle-aged lady at the reception desk of the hourly hotel and confirm that we have 1 full hour. The comfy, spotless room has a big bed, a toilet and shower and, of course, a TV showing porn. YingYing is playful in the shower and soon kneels down for a very decent BBBJ. Junior is certainly stirring, though not exactly jumping to attention.

Experience taught me, it's usually best to let a girl follow her script and just lie back on the bed. YingYing isn't much of a kisser, but she's a tireless licker who gives me a whole-body tongue bath, except that there's no foray into rimming.

She comments on my clean-shaven boys and does lots of BLS before wrapping her pouty lips around Junior for another BBBJ. This time she transforms my dangling meat snake into a rock-solid boner within minutes. I savor the pleasure of fellatio for a little longer while rubbing her somewhat furry kitty.

Then we change places. It's a mild surprise when, without explanation, she blocks my tentative attempts at DATY and digits. But she enthusiastically uses my little vibrator on her clit. Amazing how this toy greases the wheels of female arousal—and what marvels of service can often be elicited once a lady is fully aroused!

I wrap Junior, apply lube and plunge slowly into her dilating crack. Feels cozy inside but not tight in a way that's likely to prompt complaints about hurting her.

After a lengthy stretch of mish gets me close to popping, I want to change position. "Houmian?" she asks eagerly (From behind?).

"No," I say, "shangmian"(on top).

YingYing impales herself on my rod but starts out rather lazily, though she jams her feet nicely under my legs while I squeeze her enhanced melons. She mostly keeps her eyes closed but allows me to plant a few kisses on those soft pouty lips.

I teach her to say, "Fuck me." She shows off the only English she knows: "I love you." I tell her most men prefer to hear, "Fuck me."

I get her up into ACG and control her motion until I'm again close to busting my load. Then we go into doggie. She thrusts her bum rhythmically against my groin and lets me rub that starfish to my heart's content. I can't help lusting after Greek, but she quickly nixes the idea.

In lazy doggie I observe our cavorting in the mirrors that line the room's walls. She's a good sport and refrains from rushing me. I replace the spunk-filled condom. My throbbing soldier is even up for an interlude of reverse piledriver. She seems surprised and exclaims, "Zhen lihai!"(Really wild!)

I zoom in for a mish finale and surf a wave of arousal toward a satisfying release.
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After cleanup she's in a hurry to shower—I guess most of her Asian clients don't ask for a post-coital cuddle. But I love to relish the afterglow in a warm embrace. She nestles momentarily against me but won't relax, even though the clock in the room shows we've almost 15 min left.

Ah well, cultural differences. We head to the shower, and she gives me another soapy wash, along with the nicest compliment I've ever received from an SP: "Ni zhende hui zuo ai!" (modesty prevents me from translating this).

I ask, "What's your busiest time of the day at this place?", and she says, "From 4 to 6."

Does she like her work? She says not really—because she has to take on all comers, and there're many men she doesn't like. We agree that men and women are different: most men want sex with lots of different women, but most women want sex with one special man.

She leads me downstairs, again holding hands like lovers. Half a dozen pretty girls stand loitering around the reception. I promise them "Wo zai lai" (I'll be back), which evokes vocal approval.

Expense for 1 hr: HK$510 = Can$68 Enjoyment rating: high

Attempted poon 10: Epi @ Blue Moon Footmassage, Shanghai & Saigon St, 10 pm

I could easily go for the sure thing, like K-pressure or Dundas 37, but I like to tempt fate. And I'm in HK for erotic research as well as fun, and this requires sampling a wider cross-section of offerings.

Feeling energetic I want to explore something different tonight. Parallel to Temple St, a block West, runs Shanghai St, where I notice lots of flickering red-blue neon signs advertising "footmassage." At many doorways, suggestively clad women hand out a glossy leaflet showing fake services and fake prices in both Chinese and English.

I wouldn't mind a competent massage from one of these hotties, followed by FS or at least an expert tug. So when a lady in miniskirt and pantyhose, with an unusually sweet face, accosts me with her price list for "massagee"—$98 for 50 min foot reflexology and $128 for body acupressure—I allow myself to be lured upstairs.

It's a cramped apartment converted to a massage parlour. In the living room, 2 older guys are getting a foot massage from sexy girls. I've opted for the body massage, happy to learn that the likable lady who recruited me will perform it herself.

"Epi" leads me to a small but tidy room with a shower. She urges me to shower and then stretch out on the massage table in the buff. So far so good.

I learn Epi grew up in my favorite Chinese province Yunnan, but used to work as a meirong shi (beautician) in Dongguan before coming to HK. Sounds as if, for lots of ladies, changing jobs from beautician to SP is a natural progression. Epi speaks no English but, perhaps to make conversation, asks me to teach her the English words for various body parts.

Her utter lack of massage training manifests itself from the outset, by the haphazard way she rubs oil over my back with somewhat calloused hands. But I'm an easy-going guy, and the erotic sizzle of imminent play is enough to make me enjoy the situation.

After about 15 min of amateurish massage—punctuated with a bit of ass-kneading and perfunctory fondling of Junior from behind—Epi asks me to turn over and puts a cushion under my head. But when it comes to arousing a man she seems at a total loss.

There's a bit of nipple-sucking here, some thigh-rubbing there, and light and sporadic touching of my jaded rascal. Her efforts also include joining me on the massage table for a few moments and clumsily pressing her clothed body against my naked one.

Epi wants to keep both her upper and lower assets tightly under wraps. I'm allowed to touch, but only through layers of garment, which does almost nothing for me. When Junior predictably goes on strike in the face of her pathetic fumblings and the dearth of eye candy, I start wanking myself hard while practically begging her to take something, anything, off.

We've already negotiated an extra tip of $100, but Epi now tries to extract more cash for partially stripping. I guess she never heard of Tantalizeme and thinks I'm just another stupid tourist. I firmly stand my ground, telling her that her massage skills were non-existent and I'm already paying double the FS rate at Thai micros.

I stress the need for more visual stimulation if she's going to get me off. So in the interest of saving time she pulls down her pantyhose and panties far enough to reveal an utterly untamed bush. But things go downhill from here.

We waste time arguing how much skin she will or won't reveal while I'm furiously tugging away at Junior. She adamantly refuses to unhook her bra but instead squeezes her smallish tits over the top so I can glimpse a pair of unremarkable nipples. Then I succeed, briefly, in pulling her panties a few centimeters lower—low enough to notice a bloodstained menstrual pad.

Epi readily confirms that she's having her "yuejing" (her period). Feeling totally ripped off I'm in a mood to storm out while just paying the regular massage fee—but I'm naked, and she'd no doubt cause a fracas.

Here I am, in a sleazy massage joint with the most clueless girl in Hongkong—paying for the privilege of jerking myself off! But I've been in similar predicaments before. By unleashing a stream of dirty talk—and pulling several nasty fantasies out of my subconscious—I eventually manage to blow.
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As this pathetic little scammer tries to capture my load with toilet paper, I'm beginning to feel sorry for her. Before taking another solo shower, I hand her HK$200. She insists on another $50. I give it to her, just to end her whining and get out of this joint.

When I'm leaving, I have my first opportunity to use a Chinese phrase I learnt: "Nide fuwu tai chou le" (Your service stinks).

Ah, the situations a man can get into, in pursuit of erotic gratification! But one lives and learns. No more Shanghai St footmassage parlors for me.

Expense for about 40 min: HK$250 = Can$34 Enjoyment rating: low

II. Hongkong frolics 2011: a sampling of reviews, POONS 11 - 15

TURNING UP THE HEAT...

Just a few years ago, I didn't even have the words "pooning" or "sex vacation" in my vocabulary. Now pooning is definitely the cherry on my vacation cake. It makes me look forward to globetrotting like never before.

Yet I wonder sometimes: if all my life, something like coffee had been difficult and expensive to get—but sex had been cheap and easy—would I have become similarly obsessed about coffee?

When I was younger, my sex drive used to be much stronger than now, but I remember being ridiculously nervous about hiring SPs, to supplement GFs or to tide me over during dry spells. Now that I'm much less sexually needy I'm much more relaxed about seeking out adventurous sex.

Sure, there's a bit of a fear factor even now—when stepping in the unknown of a sleazy brothel in a foreign country, for example. I often wonder what dangers lurk in the shadows. But these days, it's mostly a mild twinge of anxiety at the moment of decision.

Once I've entered a place offering erotic services—or picked a particular lady to cavort with—I generally feel calm and focus on the tasks at hand...or sometimes, thanks to past pooning experience, even proceed effortlessly as if on auto pilot.


Poon 11: Kee @ spiky-haired dragon lady's Temple Market Thai micro, early evening

I spend most of the day agonizing over a momentous decision: which target to select for my single precious shot. I'm torn between many tempting options, such as the Yau Ma Tai branch of "Man's paradise," several saunas in the area, dozens of Mongkok brothels and dirt-cheap Thai micros.

What wins out in the end is my desire to lose myself once more in the beauty of Hong's smoldering eyes. Upon arriving at Temple Market around 5pm I count 4 dragon ladies sitting by doorways behind the Westside booths. I head straight toward my favorite, the spiky-haired grandma with the miniskirt.

"Is Hong free?" I ask.

"No," the dragon lady says. "But I got brand new girl for you."

Always a sucker for variety, I check out the new girl Kee rather than waiting around for Hong. I'm suitably impressed: soft Thai face enhanced with mascara, hair pinned up with a golden brooch, and most important, a warm come-hither smile when she sees me. She does, however, strike me as tired.

I hand over the HK$120 and tell Kee that I've just showered at my nearby hotel. So she doesn't bother with the usual wash over a plastic bucket. She accepts my $40 advance tip without expressing thanks—thinking, probably, that I'll make her earn it by being extra demanding.

Kee speaks fluent English which, she says, she learnt at university in Northern Thailand when she studied to be a teacher.

She quickly disrobes and asks, "What you want?"

"Just touch me here," I say, pointing to flaccid little Junior. "Make me hard."

She takes one look and sighs, "Ah, big one." How could she know—or perhaps she says that to all guys, thinking that's what we want to hear?

She pulls back Junior's foreskin, asking, "You want it strong or soft?"

"Whatever you like," I say.

She gives Junior a few uncoordinated wanks and, when he's not immediately throbbing with excitement, suddenly bends down and wraps her mouth around him.

"Wow," I say, "better suck me with a condom. Safer for both of us."

"Whatever," she says, as if strangely indifferent to health.

I decide to take my arousal into my own hand and ask her to spread her legs in front of me. She sports a dainty clam with days-old bristles. Her boobies are natural and slightly larger than A-cups, and her flat tummy has a bit of loose skin.

"You've had a kid?" I ask.

"Two sons," she promptly answers.

Shen heeds my request to masturbate, keeping her eyes closed. I get Junior battle-ready, don the cover, squirt lube on the outside and ease into her.

Giving birth has no doubt stretched Kee's cooch, but not being overly tight has its advantage, giving my pleasure rod one long tantalizing caress. She lifts her legs high to allow me complete penetration and resumes frigging her clit as if she wants to get off.

"Hey, you like fucking?" I ask.

"Why not?" she replies lackadaisically. I actually like her casual attitude.

She readily pushes her bum up into my face when I request doggie and even continues rubbing her clit from underneath. I feast on visuals of her starfish. As I feel my pole glide between her soft buttocks in lazy doggie, I fantasize about pumping my cum up her pooper—but I realize there's no realistic prospect of translating fantasy into action right now.

A split-second away from popping I stop myself. I ask if she wants to go on top, but she pleads fatigue and says sorry. Fair enough; I can imagine these girls have their rough days.

So I plow her some more in mish, her legs perched on my shoulders. Then, for the finale, I get her to put her legs down and clamp her thighs together. Pure ecstasy, to release my 20-hr load.
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Kee jumps out of bed right away and, without cleaning me, leaves the cubicle, saying, "Mind if I go to the toilet?"

I wipe myself clean. She soon returns and asks, "Want to shower?" I decline, and we chat while I dress.

"Hope I didn't hurt you," I say.

"No, you were nice," she replies. Out of the blue she asks my age.

"50," I say. "And you?"

"I'm old lady," she says. "28."

"You're still very young."

"In my country I'm old," she says.

I learn she collects $50 from the $120 the dragon lady charges each customer. Kee sends money back to Thailand every week, supporting her parents who look after her kids. For 6 years she has been separated from the father—a "bad guy," she says—who contributes no support.

Kee impresses me as a bright woman who encountered hash economic adversity, like apparently so many Thais. I say I'm sorry things are tough for her.

"Don't worry, I'm happy," she says. I give her another wordlessly accepted $30 tip. A no-frills quickie that got me off beautifully, at negligible cost.

Expense for 20 min: HK$120 + $70 tip = Can$25 Enjoyment rating: high

Poon 12: A-Hong @ Jordan Sauna on Jordan & Shanghai St, 2 PM

Finally getting wi-fi in my hotel room tempted me to spend the morning jerking off to favorite porn sites, but without letting myself ejaculate. So now, even though my cock is sore, I still feel horny as hell.

I'm in a mood for a nice massage and leisurely erotic play, rather than just another quick release—the right mood to give Jordan Sauna a try. This place has a gigantic neon sign on a rather run-down building. Huge glossy posters of Asian lingerie models adorn the lobby and even the designated elevator.

The elevator only goes to the 4th floor, but the sauna is up another flight of stairs. A taped voice activated by a motion detector says "Welcome" as soon as you leave the elevator.

Two friendly middle-aged ladies at the reception show me a price list in English. I pay HK$680 for 90 min of massage and FS, even though the sign in the lobby said $380—but I learn that's only for 45 min massage and HJ. Seems fair, especially since I'm promised their best masseuse.

I leave my clothes in a locker, take a shower, then get introduced to A-Hong who looks nothing like the lingerie models on the posters. She's short, stocky, pudgy-faced and plain at best without makeup—a country girl from a place called "Wulan" in China's Hunan province. Definitely not a girl to stir up uncontrollable lust in me at first glance.

But she's still above my generous threshold of fuckability and does have a certain wholesome peasant-girl appeal. She has a bubbly personality and and huge enhanced boobs. And, I'm thinking, her massage skills probably make up for somewhat disappointing looks.

A-Hong begins a back massage that shows sincere effort but no technique. Sure enough, when I ask if she's trained in massage, she says no, she worked in a factory before coming to HK.

In spite of my shaky Mandarin—she speaks no English at all—we manage quite a lively, almost continuous chat for the half hour or so we spend on massage.

A-Hong is 32 yrs old; has spent 7 yrs in HK but only 1 month at Jordan Sauna; services about 3 customers a day; and would like to have a boyfriend but hasn't been able to land one yet. Her life's greatest passion is playing mahjong.

I suggest she should learn a little English to communicate with foreign customers, which she says consist mostly of Koreans.

"I can't," she says. "Wo kan shu kan de hen shao."(I'm not in the habit of reading.)

Suddenly she strips off my "kuzi" (massage shorts) I was given earlier by the male locker attendant. She kneads my buttocks, works her way into my bum crack and reaches for my organ of procreation from behind. To simplify things, I turn around and ask her to undress.

First A-Hong covers the window on the door with a towel. Next she launches into a body slide, burying my face between her jelly-like balloons. Her smug grin tells me she apparently expects me to get massively turned on by this. I busy myself fingering her kitty which feels dry and hairy.

"Yi bu yi bu," she says repeatedly ("Let's go step by step.") A boringly prolonged sucking of my nipples ensues, followed by a ticklish-feeling BLS, a squeezing of my limp malehood between her melons, and finally a few seconds of timid BBBJ—before we get interrupted by the first of 2 successive phone calls from "friends."

"He's sleeping," she says, looking at Junior with concern.

Since there's little chance her feeble efforts will get a rise out of him, I activate Plan B: I make her lie face-up on the table and position her head so it dangles slightly off the end. I normally use this position for deep throat, but today my still semi-soft schlong just slobbers around in A-Hong's mouth without reaching her throat.

Last night I must have neglected to close the lube bottle properly because most of the sticky content has run into the toiletry pouch I carry, which also contains my condoms, my trusty little vibrator and some Polysporin. Of course A-Hong, whose pleasure slit is still dry as dust, brought no lube.

I use my last few drops of precious lube on my glans and try to jerk myself rigid. A-Hong eyes both my lube bottle and the vibrator with suspicion. "What's that?" she asks. It's apparently the first vibrator she has seen in her life. She categorically refuses to use it.

I get my cock solid enough for penetration and find a few more drops of lube to rub on the outside of the condom. Holy molly, A-Hong's hairy cooch is beyond tight on the inside. In addition she activates her Kegel muscle, pushing me right out again.

With practiced wanks I get my pleasure tool rock-solid. And once I'm inside, those frequent twitchings of her Kegels sure help keep me throbbing. Given her kitty's grip on me I can move very slowly, and it still feels marvellous, catapulting me to the edge of orgasm.

I'm feeling a little nostalgic shagging again on a massage table—that's how I got my start as a pooner! A-Hong is a pretty good sport who complies with requested position changes: mish, doggie, more mish, more doggie. I forgo CG as she's somewhat rotund in the middle with thunder thighs, and my hardness is touch and go (due to too much self-pleasuring this morning).

I do some dirty talking, which she mimics like a parrot. Sounds funny hearing her say, "Let me fuck your cunt." I teach her to say, "Fuck my cunt, please." I tell her that's the English equivalent of "Qing cao wode bi." She giggles, too embarrassed to say this in Chinese.

I finally blow in lazy doggie, my cock prickling with a strangely pleasurable kind of sorenes.
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Just as she cleans me there's some kind of buzzer ringing, possibly signaling our session's end. I've a pretty good sense of timing and can't believe my 90 min are up. A glance at my watch (which I placed on the nightstand when I noticed no clock in the room) indeed confirms we've a good 15 min left.

So I ignore the buzzer and ask a reluctantly compliant A-Hong to join me on the massage table for an afterglow cuddle. We chat, and she sweetly recommends I should eat a certain kind of Cantonese "nan tang" ("man soup") 4 times a week, to boost virility.

A few minutes later, just as we commune affectionately, there's a harsh knock on the door, followed by silence. A-Hong abruptly jumps up, dresses and leaves, clearly more afraid of her boss than of displeasing me.

I'm seriously irritated because my watch shows I've used up only 83 min and I paid for 90. I put on my massage garb and stomp out to the reception.

When a young guy—who's sitting in one of the footmassage chairs—hears me loudly complaining, he intervenes in English and apologizes for the management's shortchanging my time. He says this won't happen "next time." His demeanor suggests authority—I suspect he's the branch manager of the Triad gangsters who own this place.

There won't be a next time for me at Jordan Massage—even though A-Hong was a fun lay, a simple and good-natured girl with a genuine desire to please.

Expense: HK$680 = Can$91 Enjoyment rating: moderate to high

Sounds like I got a decent deal overall, their "happy hour" rate. A few days later I talk to a lady who was soliciting business outside Metro-Lotus Sauna nearby, on 259 Temple. She quoted me $880 for 90 min massage + FS and, when I said I got the same for $680 at Jordan Massage, claimed this was "impossible."